Thomas Kennerly Wolfe Jr., R.I.P.
A short while ago a news alert popped up on my computer informing me of the death of Tom Wolfe, the writer and essayist of whom I have only occasionally thought about in recent years, except to casually wonder; “Whatever became of Tom Wolfe?,” yet never bothering to google his whereabouts — dead or alive. The moment I read that splashing news alert, I was beset by ripples of nostalgia for his early works in the sixties, when I discovered that cerebral gland within my skull that found his style of journalistic prose so appealing and entertaining. But the oddest moment of recollection was whenRead More →